The Gift of the Emperor
"How did you know she was one?" he cried.
"I heard her speak."
"*Brute!" said Raffles, laughing; "she has no more twang than you have. Her people are German, she has been to school in Dresden, and is on her way out alone."
"Money?" I inquired.
"Confound you!" he said, and, though he was laughing, I thought it was a point at which the subject might be changed.
"Well," I said, "it wasn't for Miss Werner you wanted us to play strangers, was it? You have some deeper game than that, eh?"
"I suppose I have."
"Then hadn't you better tell me what it is?"
Raffles treated me to the old cautious scrutiny that I knew so well; the very familiarity of it, after all these months, set me smiling in a way that might have reassured him; for dimly already I divined his enterprise.
"It won't send you off in the pilot's boat, Bunny?"
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